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"If you're sure," Mike said, shrugging. He tossed the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. "Just don't collapse in the middle of class. I can't imagine Professor Wilson would take that very well."
"It's almost tempting to try it." John smirked. Professor Wilson was notorious for being one of the worst teachers that had ever graced the halls of their school. No one liked him and the feeling was mutual. He idly rubbed his stomach and added, "Besides, we've got that lab in Chemistry today. I won't have the chance to make it up, either. Tomorrow is supposed to be Professor House's last day."
"Right, right." Mike nodded and clapped John gently on the shoulder. "Well, nothing for it but to do it."
Easier said than done. John tried to focus during his first class of the day, he really did, but his mind kept wandering back to Professor House and his dreams no matter what he did, and on top of that annoyance he kept feeling increasingly ill. Halfway through the class he had to take his jumper off because he couldn't stand it any longer. The wool was itching against his arms and neck. He felt better once it was off, but he couldn't shake the feeling that taking all of his clothing off would've been best of all. But, of course, that was ludicrous, and he dug his fingers into the desk and resolutely tried to ignore it. Maybe he should go home, he thought, staring out the window. Whatever he had seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
By the time the class was over, he'd decided to stick it out through Professor House's class and then go home and hopefully back to bed where he would be able to sleep it off. He mopped at his brow again as he stood up and picked up his backpack. It was odd, though: he was clearly sick and yet he didn't feel tired the way he normally did. In fact he felt strangely energized, like there was an electric pulse thrumming beneath his skin that was making him feel on edge. He shifted uneasily as he wove his way through the crowds, heading for the Chemistry classroom. Something clearly wasn't right but as long as he could make it through this one last class and save his grade, well, then he could go home and strip naked and do whatever it took to beat this flu.
All of his plans went awry the moment he entered Professor House’s classroom.
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Thnx so much! Looking forwarding to reading it, so much.
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Go go go go go!
Fantastic start.
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Oh man, I can't wait to see the next part. *waits somewhat less than patiently, on the edge of seat*
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Poor John won't know what hit him when Sherlock gets all over him.
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